06-26-2014, 03:40 PM
There was one phrase which, most of the time, echoed constantly in Wolffe's mind without him even noticing, a phrase which had guided his life for the last seven years: Live the Thrill of the Hunt. If someone could be able to analyze what happened inside the hunter's mind as he chased his preys, one would see his brain emulated the stimuli caused by consuming drugs. His sensory input was strong enough to give his body the sensation of being on drugs, though he retained his consciousness to enjoy it. So, when he noticed Bodyguard and Protegée nearing, he only smiled even more. He needed them to see what he was going to do to that poor lady, to truly understand what he was able to do. He grinned once last time before seatdying his aim, ready to release the strings, when something caught his attention from behind the woman.
Their belongings... They were floating in the middle of nothing, suspended by invisible threads. Suddenly, they began flunging themselves aginst him, to which he swiftly dodged. However, the more he moved the closer they came to hitting him. He growled lowly as he began to retreat into the jungle once more, enraged because he hadn't been able to kill the woman yet. Still, he wasn't going to leave empty handed. In a split second, he steadied his bow, aimed one last time at the woman, and fired. He then threw his bow over his shoulders and sprinted away, escaping from apparent self-lunging inanimate objects.
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